Luyện nghe bài hát Los Pescadores

My feet, are naked, my hands on my hips
My eyes to the ocean, and my lips
Ee-ah, oh, los

They come with a on the crest of a roar
And theyre out of their and theyre on to the shore
oh, los pescadores

And they with the wave, and they strain with the rope
They dig in the sand and they bend to the
Ee-ah, oh, los

And the weight of the men and the of the sea
The hardness of and the softness of me
Ee-ah, oh, los

And stand with the fishermen, silent and gay
eat off the sun and I'll drink off the spray
Ee-ah, oh, los
Ee-ah, oh, los